“I’ll get some to-morrow,” said Joseph, who had a lively remembrance of the impressive manner of the clergyman that morning when he repeated the commandment of the Most High, Remember the Sabbath-day, to keep it holy.
THE STREET STALL.
“To-morrow! Oh, nonsense! we want it now.”
“You don’t mean to say that your old granny has been putting silly fancies into your head about it’s being wrong to buy a little barley-sugar on Sunday?” cried Tom, in a mocking tone.
“She’ll next say that it’s a sin to eat it!” laughed Jack.
Joseph coloured, as though there were anything to be ashamed of in listening to his grandmother, or in obeying his God. He stood fumbling his pence in his pocket, in an uncomfortable, irresolute manner.
“Come, out with it!” cried Jack, “like a good fellow as you are; I’ll be bound no one will peach you to your granny.”
“I’d not be tied to her apron-strings like a baby!” said Tom. “There! just look at the stall; isn’t it tempting?”
Very tempting it certainly was, and poor Joseph was one who had little courage to resist temptation. So he exchanged his pence for the piece of pink rock, which he divided between himself and his companions; who, having obtained all that they wanted from their schoolfellow, sauntered carelessly away.